A/N: Hey guys, I hope this is considered sooner rather than later for you guys. I started this chapter in Gym Class...I should've been focusing and such. Oh well...
"This is...nice," I commented as the waitress sat our menus down in front of us. I smiled over at Edward as he unfolded his napkin.
"Yea? You like it here?" I nodded and looked around the restaurant. It was perfect, how could I not like it?
Edward had picked me up from my room about a half hour ago, dressed in a blue shirt and beige khaki's. He wouldn't tell me where we going for our date as we walked down the beach full of crowded eateries and clothes booths. The Cookout was the last restaurant along the beach, it was quiet and almost empty, but it was perfect. It was decorated floor to ceiling with candles and paper lanterns and it smelled of vanilla. The walls were red, the tables were red and the booths were secluded which provided customers with the perfect amount of privacy.
"Have you been here before?" I asked him. Either he'd been here or he searched along the beach for this place. How else could he have known a place so perfect existed?
"No," he said, taking a sip of water from his glass. "Never had the right girl to go with," he winked which made me, of course, blush.
"Shut up," I laughed, looking back to my menu and hiding my grin.
"It's true," he said solemnly. "Now, do you see anything you like?"
"Nope."
"The lobster looks good."
"I'm not a seafood fan," I said, making a face in disgust.
"You're not a-" he looked positively outraged; it made me laugh. "How can you not...have you ever actually had lobster?"
"No, it's-"
"We're having lobster," he jumped in, waving the waitress over to our table. I opened my mouth to object. "If you don't like it, we'll order whatever else you want. Try it. For me?" he pouted like he knew I couldn't say no. And he was right.
"Fine," I grumbled and was rewarded with another killer smile from him.
I ate lobster that night. And it was one of the best things I'd ever tasted.
BL
"This is ridiculously cliché," I commented as Edward and I walked down the beach hand in hand. I was carrying my pain in the ass shoes in my hand and he'd undone the first few buttons of his shirt. It was like a Nicholas Sparks novel.
"If we acknowledge the cheesiness, then it becomes considerably less cheesy."
"I just acknowledged it."
"So we've nothing to worry about."
I giggled. "I had fun tonight."
"Yea?" he asked, looking down at me as I nodded. "I did too. Wanna do it...again?"
"Are you asking me out, sir?" I asked playfully, swinging our hands between us.
"It depends on what your answer is."
"Hmm," I pretended to think for a minute. "Yes. I would love to."
"Good," he said, turning to me and releasing my hand to bring his up and cup my face. "You want to kiss me?"
"What kind of question is that?" I laughed, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.
"A legitimate one." He brought his lips down to mine, barely touching my waiting mouth before pulling back. "Do you want to kiss me, Bella?"
"Edward," I whined. He raised a brow. "Yes."
With a grin, he brought his mouth to mine, his hand moving around to cup the back of my neck as he pulled me to him, our bodies molding together just as our mouths did. His tongue entered my mouth, teasing and massaging mine, tangling with mine as he seemed to drink me in. I was latched to him, my hands fisted in his hair like I had no plans of letting go. The sounds of the water splashing and the parting sounds of our kisses were the only noises in the night.
BL
"What happens now?" I asked as I unlocked the door of my room and stepped inside. He shrugged his shoulders, leaning on the door frame, one foot crossed behind the other.
"Whatever you want to happen."
"A gentleman would bid me farewell and promise to see me tomorrow."
"Well, then I'm no gentleman because I would like to come inside and ravage you."
"Ravage me? Interesting choice of vocabulary."
"I thought so. You know, a lady would kiss me goodnight and close the door."
I returned his earlier shrug. "Well, then I guess I'm no lady because I want to be ravaged."
"Ravaged? Interesting choice of vocabulary," he said, turning my words on me and stepping inside, kicking the door closed as he lifted me off my feet and carried me to my room.
My laughter was cut off by his mouth and replaced by moans as he removed my clothing piece by piece, his heated gaze locked on my eyes the entire time.
BL
"Do you usually stay the night?" I asked the next morning as we lay tangled in bed. His fingers traced patterns up and down my arm as I laid my head on his chest. The sunlight shone bright into the room, illuminating the sparse copper hairs on his chest.
"You're under the impression that I do this often," he chuckled.
"You're gorgeous, surely that's landed you in plenty of beds before," I said though the words felt uncomfortable coming from my mouth.
"I don't want to talk about this, okay?"
"Okay." I closed my eyes and wrapped my leg around his under the covers. I'd just begun to drift into sleep when he spoke again.
"When do you leave?"
Truth is, I'd forgotten I had to. "Two weeks."
"So soon."
"It is."
He was quiet for a long time before he started to run his fingers through my hair. "Sleep."
"Mmhmm."
A/N: Hey, that was fragmented with reason. I'm lazy, that's the reason. Don't worry, pervs I'll throw in some lemons in the next chap maybe.
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